Commissioned

Commissioned to perpetuate death’s dark shadow creeping across horizon’s grin, awaken agony’s lone figure aghast against a merciless sky, Control rebellious brushes, unravel cowering colors, draw forth from darkness – cold light contain forever’s pendulum upon the instant of the canvas standing naked between us. Thunder in the guise of billowed cloud shakes the very core of our belief lightning, stealing brilliance from the sun, shows but a glimpse of demon claws, weeping streaks of shivering paint seek solace under arcing rainbow. Commissioned to capture in the blinking of an eye, a baby’s first breath, whispering to the gods. John G. Lawless 6/26/2017